188/365: The Less Popular Heart

Your whims were mercurial and cruel:we would live like ascetic monks,sexless, in the search for eternal life;we would have an open relationship,because our love should not be limited and selfish;we would live apart,so I could visit you when convenient.

You had the common and selfish desireto dictate the terms of a relationshipand assumed your right to it so whollythat your assumption nearly convinced me.I used to think it was my lovethat kept me cloying,cleaving to your movementseven as they cleft me,but now I know it was avoidance of an agethat would revealmy own, less popular, heart.